Packing fun

It isn’t so much that I have ‘forgotten’ how hard, how annoying, how devastatingly awful moving can be. It’s more that I don’t precisely remember all the fun details: the paradox of ‘can’t pack until I clean, can’t clean without moving stuff around to be packed; the husband who doesn’t understand that all games should go in the same box—even if they happen to be in different room at the moment we’re packing; eating almost exclusively fast food-which would normally be a treat, but is currently an ‘ah crap, I’m hungry… we have to eat AGAIN!’’; and let us never forget the constant feeling of time running out, the anxiety, the stress, the thoughts racing as you try to figure out how to organize/stack/arrange boxes for the easiest possible move. It’s not so much that I forgot any of this… I just… didn’t realized I’d have to be doing it again so soon.
 
Time line:
Thursday, June 18 – Grant flies out
Friday, June 19 – Mom flies in
Wednesday, June 24 – POD arrives
Thursday, June 25 – Load POD
Friday, June 26 – POD is removed, apartment is cleaned
Saturday, June 27 – Mom and I leave for Texas
 
 
Ugh… wish me luck.